Crave (Billionaire Bachelors Club #1)(15)
I burst out laughing at her comment. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Oh yeah.” She slides her hands around my hips, pushing my pants down until they bunch up about mid-thigh. “Take these off. Take everything off.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I whisper against her mouth just before I swipe at her plump lower lip with my tongue.
“I never act like this,” she says when I climb off her to shed the rest of my clothes. Her greedy gaze never leaves me. “I think it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” Her admission shocks me. How can she blame me for her crazy behavior? “How so?”
“It’s you or the champagne I drank earlier.” Her gaze drops to crotch level and she’s checking me out, her eyes widening the slightest bit once I shed my boxer briefs. “Um, wow.”
“Scared?” I rejoin her on the bed, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her over until she’s lying beneath me. “You should be,” I whisper before I kiss her. Devour her. It grows wild in an instant, my hands roaming her skin, mapping her curves, her hands just as busy as mine, diving straight for my cock. I’ll blow if she keeps touching me like that, and I’m not about to go that route, so I grasp hold of her wrists and pull her arms up above her head. Holding her captive and she wiggles against me, making little noises full of frustration.
Driving me f**king insane.
She breaks the kiss first, glaring at me as she jerks her hands against my grip. “I want to touch you.”
“You keep on touching me and I’m going to explode all over your fingers,” I growl.
Ivy laughs, arching against me so her br**sts brush my chest. I can literally feel the hard points of her ni**les press into my skin.
This woman is going to kill me. I just know it.
Chapter Five
Ivy
ARCHER BANCROFT HAS a body like no other man I’ve been with before, let alone seen live and in person, up close and in my face. All solid mass and smooth skin, defined muscles and broad chest and shoulders. He’s all I can see and hear and smell and taste while he lies on top of me, his long fingers curled around my wrists, holding my arms captive above my head.
What we’re doing is so completely unexpected, so unbelievably exciting, my entire body is shaking in anticipation. He’s kissing me like he’s a starving man and I’m the only thing he craves. I can feel his erection nudging between my legs, and I’m so wet for him it’s almost embarrassing.
But I don’t care. I’m drunk on the sensation of his body pressing into mine, his hungry mouth, his insistent tongue, those big, rough hands pinning me to the bed.
I had no idea being held down would arouse me so much, but oh my God, I’m so hot for him I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Promise not to go straight for my dick?” he whispers in my ear after breaking our kiss.
I want to laugh. I also want to moan. His blunt words turn me on too. “Maybe I really want to go straight for your dick.”
His eyes lock with mine. They’re dark and full of smoldering heat. “I already told you what might happen if you did that.”
Oh yes, he sure did. I might want to witness that too. In fact, the idea is amazingly hot. Me stroking him, Archer losing all control and coming all over my fingers . . .
Restlessly I rub my legs against his, and he chuckles as if he can read my mind. “Promise me you won’t make a grab.”
“I can’t promise you that,” I whisper.
“Then let me touch you.” His voice lowers as his fingers loosen gently around my wrists. Until they’re slipping away and he’s nuzzling my neck with his face, his hands skimming along my sides. “I want to explore you.”
I’m not going to protest. That’s exactly what I want him to do. So instead of making a grab for his dick—as he so kindly says—I sling my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, gently guiding him down as he rains kisses across my collarbone, my chest, the tops of my br**sts, the valley between my br**sts . . .
He’s teasing me. My ni**les ache for his mouth to wrap around them and his lips are everywhere but my ni**les. I don’t know if I can stand this exquisite torture, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth all over my sensitive skin. I tighten my hold on his hair, tugging hard until he mutters a curse word against my flesh before he licks one nipple.
Then he licks the other.
The ragged moan that escapes me is nothing like the usual sounds I make in bed, and I clamp my lips shut, momentarily embarrassed. But then he does it again, his velvety damp tongue flicking back and forth over my nipple, driving me absolutely wild. Another shuddery moan leaves me, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he licks and sucks and edges his teeth on my flesh, gently nipping. Testing me.
It feels so good I want more. Oh God, I’m crazed with wanting his teeth on me, his hands all over me. “Harder,” I whisper, my request shocking myself and he bites my nipple, hard.
Between my legs I go loose and damp and when he glides his fingers through my soaked folds, his thumb sweeping over my clit, I shake my head frantically. “No, not like this. Please.”
“Want me inside you?” He whispers the heated words against my br**sts, and I crack open my eyes to find him watching me. His gaze is dark, full of forbidden promise, and I nod, a whimper falling from my lips. His answering smile is deliciously wicked. “Good. Because I can’t f**king wait to be inside you.”